Twas the night

Of Christmas eve

Cheshire cat

Begs mouse

To leave

Usually I'd have

To kill

But tis the season

Of good will

 Take your chance

Run Away

Hitch a ride

On Santa's sleigh

Let me lap up

His glass

Of gin

And frighten

You

With a drunken

Grin

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Mum, you are my candlelight,

my angel, and my Silent Night.

More precious than a gift of gold

who wraps me up when I am cold.

Mum, you are my Christmas Day,

my North Star, and my snow bouquet.

You are my joy, my verse, my rhyme,

who I love more each Christmas time.

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